Candice’s Ordeal

She tried to move her arms but they were already limp. She felt her whole body fall away and become senseless and deaf to her commands. As she slumped to the floor, she saw the woman that had knocked her out in the van.

Candice struggled in the grip of the man. He had grabbed her from behind, and had locked his arms around hers in a vice-like grip. She had tried to scratch the man, but her arms were held too tight against her body. She had managed to kick the man a few times but the man only cursed, and did not loosen his grip. She was thrown into the back of the van. She immediately tried to stand up but a kick against the side of her head send her flying against the side of the van. When she tried to turn her head to see who kicked her, her capturer had already jumped into the van and closed the doors. While Candice crawled towards the front of the van, she noticed a tall slender woman in leather outfit. Candice scanned her surroundings for anything she could use to hold the womand and the man off, but the van was empty except for some lengths of rope and a box which was standing in the back of the van. As the two came neared, she flailed her arms at them, and felt her foot striking something. The man cursed and punched her in the stomach. Candice bent double and saw the woman’s knee closing in on her chin. Then she blacked out …

She awoke in a room that was lit by a number of spots. The room was white and it was hard to tell where the floor ended and the walls began. Almost no shadows were visible. She held up a hand to her eyes and tried to sit up. Immediately, she cramped up as her stomach was still sending her pain signals. Just when she remembered what had happened to her, she felt an arm around her throat and a sharp pain in the side of her neck. Only a moment later, the sharp pain was gone, and she realised someone had injected something into her neck.

She tried to move her arms but they were already limp. She felt her whole body fall away and become senseless and deaf to her commands. As she slumped to the floor, she saw the woman that had knocked her out in the van. The woman was wearing shades and dressed in black leather and latex. “Good”, the woman said. “You put up quite a fight honey, but in a few hours you can fight all you want, if you’ll be able to move”.

Candice was turned onto her belly, and the woman sat across her back. Another woman came into view, and she was pushing a little cart. As the cart was parked right in front of Candice, she noticed a number of surgical tools, rings and leather straps. She could only shudder at the sight, but could not yet imagine the purpose of these things.

The woman on her back took a comb from the cart and started combing Candice’s long curly brown hair. Then her hair was moistened and the womand started braiding. “Straps” the womand ordered, and the person who had pushed the cart in answered “Yes Mistress”. Mistress received some long leather straps, very fine, about 15 inch in length, half an inch wide, each with a ring sowed in at the end. Candice was unsure what was happening as all but her hearing and sight had subsided. She had no feeling, and only because her head was sometimes jerked backwards, she knew that something was being done to her hair.

Mistress was braiding the leather straps into her hair. She made nine small braids, which in turn were braided into three thicker braids, and which were finally braided into one thick braid. This took almost an hour but in the end, nice leather straps were growing out of her hair, firmly attached and each sticking out a few inches from underneath Candice’s long hair. Already, Candice felt her sense of touch coming back, and felt the hair pulling at her cranial skin. She saw Mistress take leather cuffs from the cart and locking her hands behind her back. Her feet were cuffed and she felt her legs being bent back at the knee, and pulled towards her bottom. “Pull her head back” ordered the Mistress, and the other womand pulled Candice’s head back as far as it would go, and then started pulling her up under her shoulders. Mistress looped the leather straps through the cuffs at her ankles, and attached them with small padlock the her handcuffs.

Candice was now fully stretched back, and unable to move without putting more strain on her hair. The only thing she could do to relieve the strain on her hair, as her senses were coming back more and more rapidly, and more and more painful, was to arch her back all the way. She couldn’t move her head and could only alternately plead for mercy and curse the women who put here in this position. After a few minutes, a jolt of pain came from her breasts and she tried, instinctively, to double up. She cried out as she felt the sudden increase of strain on her hair, and arched her back again.

A second time, the whip cracked across her breasts and again, Candice tortured her hair all by herself by jerking her head down and her feet in opposite directions. She rolled her eyes around in an attempt to see who was doing this to here, and she catched a glimpse of the man she had kicked in the van. “Bitch, you’re gonna have a lot of suffering to do for kicking me in my knee yesterday”. Another lash on her tits and Candice felt tears of pain and helplessness streaming down her cheeks. “This is just a small taste of what’s to come. When we’re through with you, you will never even think of kicking or punching anyone.”

The man left her sight and suddenly the room was dark. She lay in total silence and darkness and was totally unaware of the time that passed. Suddenly she heard a mechanical noise and shuffled around to face the noise. She hard a short buzz and saw a TV-screen light up. Immediately afterwards came a scream and it took a while for her to realise that she was watching herself being whipped on the tv-screen. She wanted to much to be able to turn away from the screen, but she was hypnotised by the screen. Suddenly, the scene schifted. It was still the same room, but she saw herself being brought in. She saw herself being stripped by the man and Mistress. The man opened her mouth and stuck his limp dick in it. Soon, the man became hard and fucked her in the mouth. “God”, she tought”, that man stuck his thing in my mouth and …”. She became even more mesmerized by the horrible scenes on the tv and was unable to turn away. The scene shifted again, and she saw herself screaming again as the whip left welts on her tits.

If you don’t want to read this then you know it. If you do, you have to be over 18. If you’re very proud of your good hair, you may want to skip this one.

Chapter 2. Entering the red zone …

The pain in her hair had become unbearable quite a while ago. She was now up to the point where she could thought she could feel her hair pulling the skin away from her skull. She had been crying for some time until she realised there was no point in doing so. Everytime she tried to shift her weight or change her position on the floor, a soaring pain through her hair had been her only achievement.

Somewhere in the room, a door opened and closed. A flashlight pointed towards her, and the clicking of high heels came closer and closer. Candice could only assume it was either Mistress or the other woman that was coming to see her. The flashlight blinded her almost, and in the faint glow around the flashlight, she could make out a black leather boot, with a stilletto heel of at least three inches. “Hello gorgeous”. It _was_ Mistress. Candice was unsure whether to plead, curse or just remain quiet. The flashlight still stung her eyes but she could now also make out the vague outline of Mistress’s face. Though it was dark, Candice could see that Mistress had a sharp, yet beautiful face. “You are probably wondering why you are here ” said Mistress. As soon as Candice opened her mouth to reply, the boot kicked her in the jaw and rolled Candice on her left side. Mistress knelt and took Candice’s hurting jaw in her hand. “You don’t speak unless I tell you to speak. If you do feel the need to speak out of turn, you will be gagged. If you have been gagged once, you will not want to be gagged again. So maybe you will want to shut up right now instead of continuing to squirm like that. You’re only hurting yourself, or making someone else hurt you.” Candice raised her head and looked at Mistress. “I will release you know. You will keep your new hair, and you will be allowed to walk around in this room. I will be right here in the center of the room. When I call you, you will come to me and kneel. Understood ?” Candice instinctively tried to reply to that question, but an increased pressure on her jaw reminded her to stay silent. Instead she shook her head. The blow to her ribs with the flashlight surprised Candice, and she tried to bent over to that side to lessen the pain. “You don’t move unless I tell you. I know, things ain’t fair. You’re in a new game, and nobody has told you the rules. But no worry bitch, you will learn the rules as I make them up. Now get back on your belly so I can untie you.” Mistress pulled on Candice’s hair and rolled her onto her belly. Candice cried out her pain and tried not to move while Mistress began unlocking the padlocks. With each padlock that was removed, Candice could feel the strain on her hair lessening. The pain became no less however and remained the same. When she was fully free, she tried to push herself away from Mistress, but found that moving her arms was very painful due to the position they had been in all this time. Even trying to stand on her legs had become difficult.

“Run, run away, GO !” said Mistress as she produced a whip from out of nowhere. Candice tried to back up from the whip on all four and managed to only get hit three times before getting out fo reach. Mistress still held the flashlight, and pointed it at various places around the room. “GO, see how helpless your situation is”. Candice put her hands in front of her and slowly started walking away from Mistress. Mistress lit around Candice’s foot and showed her to the far wall. Candice follow the wall to the left, and counted three corners before encountering a door. By now she had found out that the room was padded and square in shape. Each wall had to be at least 100 feet long. She looked at the door and instantly knew it was locked. As she felt around the surface of the door, she found no handle and no keyhole. Disappointed, she continued feeling her way down the wall. When she struck the fourth corner, she realised Mistress had spoken the truth. There was no escape from this room unless someone let her out. “Come” spoke Mistress. Candice tried to run away to her right and managed to loose the flashlight for a while. “Come” spoke Mistress again. Candice suddenly came running out of the darkness, but before she could even touch Mistress, the whip cut in her left foot and brought her crashing down. The next moment, Mistress was sitting on her back. Candice received a painful blow in the left side which made her see little stars. Then the whip was wrapped around her throat, and she was starting to suffocate. She clawed at the whip, the tried to hit Mistress, but all her efforts were in vain, and she blacked out.

When she woke up again, the room was brightly lit. She felt something forcing her mouth wide open and felt her legs were being held apart. When she tried to remove the gag, she felt her hands were locked behind her back. “Welcome to another day of fun” Mistress said. Candice stood up and turned her head. It was only then that she realised her hair was not where it was supposed to be. It was floating above her. When she looked up, she saw her braids locked onto a ring, which in turn was tied to a rope. The rope disappeared into the ceiling. Candice looked back at Mistress with a look of wonder in her eyes. “I see you don’t understand what your new bondage is for. Good, I will let you in on a few secrets. You have already seen that I am stronger than you. If I am not strong enough, then I am sure the man who captured you is. If you think it is necessary to display your strength of will, you will notice that your will is easily broken if you suffer enough.” Mistress produced a little balck box, not much unlike a remote control for a tv set, and pushed a button.Candice’s hair slowly went up, and Candice realised that she was going after it. The strain on her hair increased until she was pulled of the floor and her feet hovered a foot above the ground. She realised her hair was re-braided because the strain was all over the top of her head now, whereas before, the pain had been on the back of her head. “You will hang up there until I think you have had enough. Remember what I told you about being gagged ?” Mistress asked from behind Candice. <Swooosh> A stinging pain caught her right leg. A whip curled herself around her right leg and was pulled at. Candice spun around and continued spinning, hurting her hair so much that tears sprang out of her eyes. She continued spinning for a very little while, then started to unwind in the other direction. “Being gagged is no fun. Partly because it forces your jaws open in such a non-delicate way. But you will also notice that your gag serves more purposes than just making sure you don’t speak out of turn’.

Candice was lowered again. The whip struck her right leg again at the ankle, forcing her legs to bend back. Candice was left hanging with her langs behind her, in a position where she was still hung up by her hair, and where her legs couldn’t support her. Her knees hovered an inch above the ground. Mistress came into view and was carrying a bottle in the bottle was a vaguely yellow mixture, which foamed a bit. It looked like beer. “This is a lovely thing honey.” she said, shaking the bottle, “this is a self-made mixture of which I am very proud. I found it in a book on mediaeval tortures. It contains some vinagre, some grinded onions, some olive oil, some blood, and for a final touch some piss. It’s not a delicatesse an you’ll never learn to like it, but trust me, you will swallow a lot of this if you’re not going to be a good girl. The bottle was in hard plastic, and the top was shaped into a small tube. Mistress took the small tube in her hands and brought it towards Candice’s mouth. “Oh yes, you’d better swallow or you’ll suffocate in it. You’d better try very hard not to puke too, we’ve had one that almost choked in her own puke”. Candice tried to shake her head but found that it was impossible to move anything but her lower body. The weight of her own body kept her head in place. Mistress inserted the tube through a small hold in the gag, and lifted the rear of the bottle. A terrible taste entered the mouth of Candice who tried not to swallow but was forced to since the liquid quickly ran across her tongue to her windpipe. Mistress lowered the bottle again. “That is a first taste. I will give you some more since you so bravely swallowed your first bit. I think you will be quite submissibe when you have downed your first pint of slavebeer. Mistress raised the bottle again and Candice swallowed the rest of the bottle in an attempt not to choke. When the last bit had gone down her throat, Candice felt her stomach revolting and turning, but she frantically resisted every bodily attempt to get rid of the filth.

Mistress lowered Candice to her knees, but kept the strain on the hair. “You still have three more things to do before your day is over. One is swallowing, well, a lot of water to wash your mouth out. “. Mistress disappeared behind Candice’s back and returned into view with a bottle of clear liquid. Again, a small tube protruded from the top of the bottle. Mistress inserted the tube and lifted the end of the bottle. Candice welcomed the water and almost choked when she realised it wasn’t water. An alcoholic substance entered her insides and sent a burning sensation down her throat. Mistress removed the bottle just in time before Candice starting coughing her lungs out. “That’s just for disinfection honey. You’ll understand we can’t keep your mouth filthy in a few seconds’. Your water is coming now.” Mistress produced yet another bottle and fed Candice from the water bottle. She stopped two times to let Candice grasp for air and then started pouring it in again. In the end, Candice felt like her stomach was ready to explode. “Now for your two last assignments”. Mistress took a long cane in her hand. The cane was silvery, and contained very short, small needles on the far end. Mistress raised Candice a very little bit, making sure she could just touch the floor with her knees, but unable to move her head sideways, let alone up or down. From behind her, Candice heard the door open and close again. Her capturer disappeared before her with a foul grin on his face. He slapped her in the face and started opening his pants. “Well well. I told you you were going to pay hell for kicking me in the knee”. This time, he slapped her even harder. “Hmm, my cock gets hard looking at you. The Mistress is doing a great job with you. Let’s remove this gag”. The man closed in, and started fumbling the gag. “You can scream now if you want to”. candice moved her lower jaw around a bit, in an attempt to relieve the cramps in it. She saw the man taking the cane from Mistress. “You can scream now. The higher you scream, the fewer I will hit you. Sounds silly no ? Look, Mistress is holding a little device that measures the volume of your voice. Mistress showed her the device. It was a little metallice box, which contained a small raster down the front, and a display containing a needle and some digits. There was a black line around the display, which ended in red. It looked a bit like the revs display she had had in her car. The man took Candice’s right nipple between his fingers and gave a real god vicious twist. Candice cried out, and saw the needle on the device stand up. “Not nearly good enough. You see, when your screaming hits the red zone, this ordeal will be over and you’ll be given something easier to chew on.” The man swung his arm back and hit her bottom with the cane. The short needles entered her skin and tore it. Candice cried out and pushed herself up a bit on her feet. This caused her to lose her balance, and hurt her hair even more. “Not good enough, that was only halfway bitch !”. The cane tore the skin on the inside of her left thigh. “Better bitch, you’re up to two third. I hope you will make the red zone before you pass out.”. The cane struck the right side of her thighs, and immediately swung back to her left thigh. “Good, very good bitch, you’re up to three fourth. Now comes the hard part. Most of you don’t make it past three fourths”. The cane came down the bottom of Candice’s exposed breasts, and was pulled across them, instead of being pulled away. The needles scraped across her breasts which had barely recovered from the previous beating with the whip. Candice cried out as loud as she could and was rewarded. She had reached the red zone.

The man had gotten a hard-on and presented his cock to Candice. “Open up bitch, I promised you something else to chew on. But don’t get any ideas, if you don’t suck me real good, I won’t care if you’re in the red zone or not”. The man pushed against Candice’s chin, making her wobble back and forth a bit. Candice opened her mouth and got filled immediately. She tried to _suck_ the man’s dick, but the man grabbed her ears and moved her mouth back and forth over his cock. At times, Candice couldn’t continue sucking but just had to cry out her pain. The man was so aroused that he came after a few minutes. He pulled out his cock and his first shot entered her left eye. When the man had come, she was covered in his sperm. She felt herself being lowered and was thankful that her ordeal was over.

Her hair was unlocked from the ring, and suddenly jerked back. The ends of her braids went around the spreader bar and were again locked to her handcuffs. She was lying helplessly on her back, her knees spread wide open. Mistress put her hand between her legs and opened a zipper which went from between her cheeks to her bellybutton. She then lowered himself to Candice’s mouth and said “It ain’t over till the Mistress sings, bitch. Now start licking. Bobby here will make sure you do the best you can”. Mistress pushed her own sex onto Candice’s mouth. The sides of the zipper were irritating her cheeks and as the Mistress rode back and forth on her mouth, occasioanlly stimulating her clot with Candice’s nose, the zippers starting to leave their marks. Bobby had taken a whip and whas whipping Candice’s exposed vagina. “Bitch, suck the Mistress. Suck her clit you cocksucker.” It took Mistress almost an hour before she came. By that time, Candice’s lower body was covered in welts, and her cheeks were bleeding because of the zipper. “Have a nice evening, bitch” said Mistress. Then she and Bobby disappeared out of view. The door opened and closed, and the lights went out. Moments later, the mechanical noise was heard, and the tv-screen flashed on. This time, Candice could see Bobby and Mistress peeing into the slavebeer, her face being covered with sperm, her lower body ripped with the whip, and her cheeks cut open with Mistress’s zipper. Seeing it all over again seemed to hurt more than the real acts.

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